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Henry Esmond; The English Humourists; The Four Georges

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The narrator, a member of an old family, recounts his upbringing at an ancestral estate, his education and service in wartime, and the tangled loyalties and inheritances that shape his fortunes. The narrative moves from domestic scenes and courtly intrigue to campaigns and garrison life, then to return, reflection, and contested claims to honor and property. Told as a retrospective memoir mixing personal feeling, ironic distance, and historical observation, it explores themes of loyalty, memory, social rank, and the tensions between private desire and public duty.

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Appendix

Book I, chap, viii, p. 80, line 9: “mist” was wrongly altered in revised edition to “midst”.

Book I, chap, xii, p. 130, line 2 from foot: “through” was wrongly altered in revised edition to “to”.

Book II, chap, ii, p. 179, line 7 from foot: “guests,” though never altered, should clearly be “hosts”.

Book II, chap, xv, p. 307, line 8: the following passage was omitted in the edition of 1858:—

I always thought that paper was Mr. Congreve's, cries Mr. St. John, showing that he knew more about the subject than he pretended to Mr. Steele, and who was the original Mr. Bickerstaffe drew.

Tom Boxer said so in his Observator. But Tom's oracle is often making blunders, cries Steele.

Mr. Boxer and my husband were friends once, and when the captain was ill with the fever, no man could be kinder than Mr. Boxer, who used to come to his bedside every day, and actually brought Dr. Arbuthnot who cured him, whispered Mrs. Steele.

Indeed, madam! How very interesting, says Mr. St. John.

But when the captain's last comedy came out, Mr. Boxer took no notice of it—you know he is Mr. Congreve's man, and won't ever give a word to the other house—and this made my husband angry.

Oh! Mr. Boxer is Mr. Congreve's man! says Mr. St. John.

Mr. Congreve has wit enough of his own, cries out Mr. Steele. No one ever heard me grudge him or any other man his share.

Book III, chap, i, p. 326, line 19: for “Frank”, Thackeray by an interesting reminiscence of Pendennis wrote “Arthur”.